I lost touch with myself in the starry blue sky
When it all seemed like a gloomy day coming to stay. When the dog didn't smile and the
children didn't play I hid myself in the starry blue sky cause that's were dreams never die.
I hid myself in a flowery meadow when life wasn't my choice and no one seemed to care why.
I hid myself in there to create my own world were all was good and kind for a moment in time.
And when I simply wanted to give up I looked to my magic mirror where my future self was
waiting to give me all I wanted. The treasure I desired and the life I required If only
I'd hold tight to what I really wanted in life.
Clouds Are Transitory
by Rick Rucker
At times, to keep the blues away,
I remember that the sky's not gray,
It is blue, and bright, and clean,
A truly idyllic scene,
It is, like we say, “Nothing but blue skies from now on.”
Once the intervening clouds are gone,
The sky is blue, and will always be,
For him and her, and you and me,
The clouds are there to make us see
Just how drab our lives would be,
Without blue skies, to lift our hearts,
To help us to pursue the arts
Would artists paint, and writers write,
If the sky were not so bright?
I don't know, and I don't care,
Because blue skies are always there!
In blue jeans and bare feet
Dancing to a dreamer’s beat
A wild spirit soaring free
Believing in something no one else can see.
One step to the left
Then slide to the right
Chances aren’t written in black and white
Boldly cruising down life’s highway
Driving courage come what may
Conquering each hill with a sense of pride
Searching for that place where destiny can’t hide.
Two kicks to the front
Then turn around
You can’t see your dreams by looking down
Working hard for that pot of gold
Playing a hand that you just can’t fold
It’s the simple things you learn to love
The quiet song of a Morning Dove.
Shimmy to the left
Then shimmy to the right
The warmth of a smile will be your guiding light
Seasons come and seasons go
But the magic of life continues to grow
The road less traveled features the unknown
With every twist and turn carved in stone.
Two steps forward
And one step back
Don’t let your dreams fall through a crack.
In blue jeans and bare feet
Dancing to a dreamer’s beat
Like an Eagle soaring free
Believing in something no one else can see.
Move ahead in new year
Blink the past adverse
Go beyond heaven.
Fire the desire into dreams
Never look down the past hell
But embrace change of time.
Press on a better New Year
Achieved them in the paradise waterfalls
In your peaceful mind.
Eagle fly in the highest blue skies
Never fly with the turkeys.
The road the best New Year.
Starts with a blue print map.
Great planner wins the battle
Over sudden assail vulture and wolf attacks.
New Year synchronous achievements
New Goal.
New Action.
New Organizer.
New Dreams.
New Environment.
Think and grow.
Turn the page last year.
New Year.
Blue,
If happiness was a color,
It would be blue,
As blue as my bright blue eyes,
When I look upon the dark blue skies,
If blue was a taste,
It would be just like eating blueberries,
If blue was a feeling,
I would turn the blues into happiness,
Finding out someday I will be in heaven,
Filled with happiness and singing with angels,
If blue was a sound,
I would want to hear that trumpet blow,
And have God take me off these grounds,
What if happiness was blue?
Would you choose blue for happiness to?
My Moondust said to me….
At the waters’ edge
Of a stream, running free
Beware the Dark Blue World
You are not ready
I fixed her with a quizzical eye
She smiled softly
Faeries have always known
Of things beyond
For now…
My love
Let it lie
The Dark Blue World
Knows of you
You know not of futures made
Past
Here and now
Of paths, laid
The path to travel
Is not yet made for you
Only with me
Can you be guided safely
Soon
Under an Autumn moon
We can see
Everything in the Dark Blue World
what it means to me
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